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First Up: Elderberries
Elderberries have been used for medicinal purposes for
millions thousands? of years, and me, my ex-boyfriend, his bosses wife, as well as different cultures from the four corners of the earth all agree – IT RULES.
This immunity boosting powerhouse SLAYS other berries and herbs for reasons only a chemist or a wizard could understand. I’m seeing words like flavoniods, antioxidants, cytokine, vitamin C, as well as inconclusive studies that very loosely prove it could cut flu suffering time in 1/2. I don’t want to deal w fractions or words so I am just going to accept it as mother earth’s mystical magic. Its called elder-berrie-ving and its a thing.
I dose myself w this delicious potion when ever I’m feeling a little under. And sometimes even when I’m not. It’s yummy yummy juice guys, you are going to want to drink it all the time.
Fill a tall glass w ice, seltzer, a splash of elderberry syrup, and for a savory blast of flavor + health add a few drops of oregano oil.
Do you know how amazing it feels to get handed the keys to a mustang when you can barely drive? I don’t either. I just know what it is like to be chauffeured around the desert in a mustang by my best friend who can barely drive. It feels badass, v v badass. Here is to keeping your eyes open on the open road. Click the link below if you want to find out how much @lizcatdog loves me + the must have road trip snack for 2015. THIS IS IMPORTANT STUFF.
My best friend, Lizcatdog, Web MD and “Project-Based” Astrologer breaks down how 2015 will roll for all the signs we love. And all the signs we hate. For some reason when you do this sort of thing you have to include all the signs. This is in no way based on emotions or past experience. Ignore the title. It’s abt the future and it’s totally professional.
You’re beautiful. Don’t ever change. 2015 will be your best year yet.
I used to think you were cool Pisces. And as a professional I don’t want to make any rash predictions, mostly because this isn’t a Web MD article, but the stars are looking prettttty sketchy right now. To say the least. It looks like it may be a year of life altering mistakes and some serious regret. Like if you don’t text me back by the end of the week. Serious, serious regret. TO SAY THE LEAST. Good luck to you. Keep taking that fish oil, you’ll need it… To. Say. The. Least.
Chillax Aries, I wouldn’t try too hard this year. The stars are telling me you’ve been a bit needy latey. I mean Jesus Christ, they’re not Jesus Christ. Take your prayers to a church and keep your feet on the ground. You look great, your career is smooth sailing and most people think you’re cool. Stop wearing hats and texting so much. Avoid friends with pets. Buy some new shoes. Go dancing on June 13.
Grab yourself by your horns! LOL! Jupiter’s alignment with the star of Bethlehem suggests that a few dietary changes could mean everything for you this year. What I’m saying is stop eating so much fucking dairy. Be patient. Good things come to those who wait around looking for scraps that other people drop. One mans trash is another mans recycling deposit refund. Stay off the milk and the world is your $1 oyster.
Twins rule and so do gems and so do you. Have you seen this reality television show called “The Bachelor” Gemini? From what I’m reading in the stars RN I can sum up your 2015 by borrowing a few words from rumored pyschopath and tv host Chris Harrison: this will be your most dramatic year yet. Unlike anything we’ve seen before. Featuring two widows, one virgin, enough foundation to lay a foundation and, spoiler alert, a murder. What Chris H. and I are saying is: There are no rules. You’ve got some tough alcohol fueled decision making ahead of you (+ did I mention murder?) But I’d rather chew glass and wash it down with a bag of hair then miss out on your 2015.
Ps: sincerest apologies for all the commas, I’m an astrologer, not a grammar-atition and I wrote most on this riding the g train on my blackberry.
Jk I have a samsung galaxy, obviously. because: stars. Get it?
Sorry about your sign name.
Cool sign brah. I’m scrolling through my crystal star ball here and honestly I just keep swiping left. If your name rhymes with nexas then damn girl u fine. Let’s chat. Fact: YOUR year rules. Otherwise you really need to get your shit together and learn to appreciate a super hot woman when you’re eating ramen with one. Cheers people.
Hey dawg. Honestly when I first took a look at your charts I was like wtf I can’t read charts. One thing SOON (hyperbole) became very clear – yes, your 2015 LOOKS great on the surface – but something dark lurks beneath. Your past is haunting you like a 3sum with Lord Voldermort. Time to reevaluate some of your relationships and make some new choices. Watch your back Virgo. For real. Some people are snakes and some snakes are pieces of dark wizards souls.
You’re fucking crazy. This year the stars are aligned in your favor but can they really predict your actions? No. No one can control your impulsive behavior. Not even the love of a good woman could tame you. Idiot. Keep doing your yoga and meditation but please STOP talking about it. Chill with your dog. Shave your face. Quit trying to meet girls. You already met the best one and she’s in New York. Maybe you should move.
You have some real thinking to do Scorpio. Do you really like tuna or do you just like mayonnaise? Do you really like chicken wings or do you just like blue cheese? Did you know JIF makes cereal now? Here’s what you need to do: Make a list of your favorite foods. Make a pro/con list for every food on that list. Now only eat the foods that have more pros than cons. It’s called the Scorpio diet. crystal_meh can help you dress for your new body type.
Hey sagi, this year will bring you travel. Lots of travel. You’ll be flying through the atmosphere, sailing across the sun, making it to the milky way, for real you’re probs gonna end up with some drops of jupiter in your hair. Call it a soul vacation. When you’re back be sure to communicate with your friends, let them know which parts of your trip were overrated, or if you fell for a shooting star. Like one without a permanent scar. Sharing is caring.
Capri-come-again? More like Crapper-corn. More like Capri-boring. More like Cap-ritard. Sorry. I don’t really care about this sign TBH. Who are you again? I have one astrological soul mate birth date in this stupid zone, Dec. 22nd. So far the ones I’ve met have been pretty… mehhhh. Except my Aunt Sheila. She’s the best. When will they legalize aunt – niece marriage in this town? Aunt Sheila: the stars are telling me your year will be fabulous. Stay away from haunted hay rides.
If you stripped away your outer beauty, amazing fashion sense and maybe a few teeth or insignificant body parts, would your man still love you? Does he love you for YOU? The inside. No, you pervert, he definitely likes the inside. I’m talking about your soul. Your spirit. The thing that lives inside of you in the form of an animal. Or for some people an inanimate object. For the big date he is probably expecting soft curls, a smokey eye and a push-up bra. Put him to the test with these beauty trends no man could possibly enjoy to see if he can overlook your outer weirdness for love of your inner weirdo.
1. Blue lipstick. An eerie reminder of how chilly it could get later. Bonus for a stack of Baby G watches or really any other styling rocked by Ke$ha.
2. “Pink eye” – Everyone has heard rumors about ways it is contracted. This make-up is a great way to literally bring the topic to the table.
3. Witch fingers – So cheap on amazon, and WAY quicker than a manicure. You just pop them on for instant fabulosity. These ones glow in the dark so you are def going to want to keep them on for post date activities. HOT.
4. Fuck with your eye brows – bleach ‘em, erase ‘em w foundation, rock a colored brow or go full on chola – a new brow do is a sure fire way to completely change how your face looks. It’s good to keep him a little confused.
If you wanna get that molly at the club feeling in spin class, you gotta work, and by work I mean sweat. And chances are you come home from the gym soaking wet w the following thoughts “Thirsty, Thirsty, Salt, Hungry, Peanut butter, thirsty, fiber, thirsty, salt, help!” Here is a snack that cures all of the above in one fell swoop.
Yo, this is so easy. Chop cucumbers. Crush peanuts. Put them in a bowl. ENJOY!
Cukes – Israeli are dope, hot house – yes please, kirbys are super juicy and might be THE BEEST
Peanuts – Spanish peanuts w red skins – SO salty. SO good.
A squeeze of citrus and some extra salt can help too!!
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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL | IKEA MONKEY
In the spirit of Halloween, let’s discuss a super-natural phenomenon that has been haunting me for quite sometime – the ikea monkey. Some people find him cute and hilarious, but IMO he is a dark lord who traded his soul for uncanny trend forecasting abilities… There is no other way to explain it. This spooky dude is the exact opposite of warm and fuzzy, but he was right abt one thing – shearling is a HUGE deal this season.
1. PUMP So. Necessary.
2. BOOTIE Warm feet. Frozen soul.
3. COAT No cold shoulders here.
Your keys, tampons and iPhone deserve to be kept just as warm as you are. OR WARMER.
6. BEAN BAG
I guess beanbags are meant for teenagers, but I think this would look great in the shed my parents are refurbishing for me, so they don’t have to deal w me under their actual roof when I come home for the holidays. You are, right mom and dad? RIGHT!?
Infinity doesn’t seem as long when your scarf doubles as a neck pillow.
I have always wondered what fantasy other-world some of the bloggers I follow live in. (It might be California – I rlly DK). A place where you can comfortably execute an outfit that involves bare legs and any level of long sleeves is inconceivable when you are suffering through the unstopping humidity of high summer in NYC. I don’t care how breezy the holes in your deconstructed sweater are – the only sweater in my summer wardrobe is ME. The city’s concrete hoards the heat and doesn’t let go until sometime in late September. Fall is abrupt – freezing, raining, more about hoods-up Patagonia shells and rain boots, less about chunky knits and bared legs showing off the last of summer’s tan, as editorials would have you believe.
But then, this summer rolled through, everyday blissfully more comfortable than the next – until this morning I woke up to a cold, rainy October sky and realized I had missed three of my immediate family members birthdays (August, September, October). I’m sorry lil bro, baby sis, MOM – I DO love you. The fact that I have been rocking shorts w sweatshirts, combined w my very loose grasp on the concept of time, led me to assume I was stuck in an infinity loop .gif sometime in late May. It was a feeling more magical than baby elephants playing in a kiddie pool forever, as seen through a pair of celestial crystal Oakley wrap shades worn by God himself …………………… Wait, wait, so, summer’s over?! I have quite a few b-day presents to catch up on.
Images, explained: I made this gif to explore nostalgia, who God rlly is and why God or anyone would wear wrap shades. I’m not saying this explains it. I’m just saying this addresses it. Additional images above by Cliff Briggie and Brian Bielman via Sport of Style were stolen from the interweb’s as academic supporting material.